snowflake likes gomez but not as much as me. i know this because when i sing along, i say the words. not every song is croaking, stupid!



i think my innards are in a meat grinder.

mx played open mic at the garage last night. because of the garage's curses and black magic, he was quite nervous, but played beautifully. also, the crowd sucked. we split two pitchers. that didn't make the crowd any better. but ho number 3 totally had downs syndrome.

he will play again tonight to make up for last night's everything. ((crowd, nerves, and lack of fan club. also, fan club = everyone that was NOT there last night. i'm not part of the club, i'm team manager.))



i left the bar to watch some venture bros. at homeboy's place.

my intentions were good and pure!

but i passed out almost immediately. i think i was still drunk when i got up for work this morning. also, i slept on his bed sideways and instead of him waking me up to fix it, he just slept sideways too. what a weirdo.